1993a year of misery?Darkness fills the sky.I hear the warriors cry.The legend tells a storyFrom a Viking from the north,Who met a Death WarriorBlack Metal was never really the same.The legend call it murderAnd the Viking had survived.But the eyes of the Death WarriorNever saw again the sun upon the sky.And the quintessence:Everyone recognized war,That Black Metal isn't justEntertainment anymore.I can still rememberMy emotions so confused.My soul was seeking answers.No knife I let unused.So many questionsI had to satisfy.My soul was under torture,But I knew my way was rightI see a cemetery fall asleep under fogAnd I know the old days will never comeAgain.1993, this year of misery was the knifewhich split the Black Metal scene apart.Since that mighty day Black metal split his Way,And the unity was never the same again.Lies, rumors and hate. Moneymaking, sadnessAnd shameAnd all this by, the Day as Burzum Killed Mayhem.Remember this day! Remember this way!That you never betray, what here leads youOn your way!And I never will forgetThe day as this both warriors met.The blood was hot the moon was redAnd Black Metal created his own grave.And I dream from days beforeBlack Metal Maniacs, no whore,In the legions of warThe demons in our heads the law.So I summon you once again,We should never forget the painFrom older days in our veinsWe now cut of that it can flow like rain.Arrghh, this was the legend fromThe Day as Burzum killed Mayhem.

When I'm long since gone, still you can hear me in this songA voice from the dead, into your room to fill your headRemember this, when I'm haunting from beyondWhen the circle's closed, and this is sealed as the dead man's song!

When the stranger appears riding through your dreams...as pale as bonesA heartless killer in rattlesnake bootsSome say that he went down to the crossroads...and bent down on his kneesHe sold his soul to the big bad black

Lost in the sand, temptated by the serpent's hissVoodoo drum - coyotes howl in the fullmoon's nightNow hypnotized, all alone on the desert plainsExpect no mercy! You'll meet your fear as the stranger appears...

Enter deadwood saloon, now your protected world is goneYour helpless mind is about to discover the living darknessLet the game begin! Let the desperate souls in!He drains their strength and leaves them in the void of shadows, dust and smoke

The cards are given, now place your bets with your soul at stakeBut as a sinner you live to win, throwing the dice...You get triple six and flash a gain of gold!He's never lost before, but now he's been given the dead man's hand

Shot in the back with a diamond bullet, straight through the heartWhere the darkest rivers run cold and deep, his silverdollar eyes glimmering deathAs birds and blood come flowing out of his mouth, you thank the blackest aceFuck you and your God above, I pity you all. I pity you all 'til you die!

'Til you die! Dead man's hand!

When I'm long since gone, still you can hear me in this songA voice from the dead, into your room to fill your headRemember this, when the circle is closed and the stranger's deadThat even death can die in a dead man's song...